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Symphony of cries that shook the sky,
Let sleep take you O sweetie before I end my lullaby,
Sleep before Bush invades our home,
And sets us with Saddam into a treason trial,
Let sleep take you O sugar before I end my lullaby,
Get unconscious or the next knock on the door,
Would bring in Bush with lust for the oil and eyes on our floor,
Let sleep take you O honey before I end my lullaby,
Force yourself in a midst of a soothing dream,
Or Bush will have us for 9/11 rage,
A holy war he fights, huh a loserís try,
Let sleep take you O darling before I end my lullaby,
Now close your eyes or sweet mama would die,
I have heard Uncle Bush riding a bomber Stealth,
And guiding the ghostly Toma Hawk,
Would Ďbomb us into stone agesí as he passes by,
For the love of Jesus kid you sleep,
The roses on Papaís grave didnít yet dry.

Loosing demureness as sunlight falls,
The Showtime starts on the managerís call,
Occasional sneak-back before sun rises,
The austerity in attitude before anyone despises,
Adorned a dress so brazen so that transvestite rises,
Walking past the streets, covered in veil, as she disguises,
The lobby of the French motel deluged by the immoral,
Usual pick-ups by the insatiable 50ís;
The low chances of being paid high,
Continues the never ending story of powerless,
Whose snatched chaste sinks in remorse,
And the body in the bed of roses, now shameless stays content.

Stolen from the lap of feeding mother
Raised in the midst of submission and surrender
This system of a Satan seasons a suicide bomber
Made dead are his instincts that fuelled worldly satisfaction
Signed is the deal that offers heaven with babes for self-detonation
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The jacket he wore isnít meant for cold anymore
Nor it reminds of mama knitting clothes anymore
The jacket houses the cries of the burnt
The trauma that floods mothers of innocent
My brother is not dead he is just pretending to sleep longer
The sister defied the brothers blood that spilled over
The old man now speechless was once asked
He told about a girl and an expecting wife who were lost after the blast
His eyes in high hopes sneak through the windows
While he dresses up willing to see their shadows
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Alive now is the suicide bomber in another dimension
Angels of death made him realize he was under deception
The aftermath of suicide bomber has opened a new chapter
The system of a Satan that seasons another suicide bomber